The Demon’s Menu

I can't open the notebook in my hand!

From the outside, the number of pages in the notebook in his hand is clear, and he can read it just by raising his hand.

However, Jason, who was holding this notebook, felt that he was holding a handicraft carved from a piece of wood. Those pages were like the dazzling skills of a skilled craftsman. When you really want to open it, you will be met immediately. Ruthless ridicule.

Jason is not one to give up easily.

call!

After taking another deep breath, Jason used his hands again, this time not just casually flipping through the pages, but really hard.

Suddenly, the muscles on Jason's arm protruded with angular lines.

But, this notebook doesn't move at all.

A few seconds later, Jason, who continued to exert his strength, started to tremble with his muscles driving his arms.

More importantly, the faint pain in his chest told him that if he didn't want the injury to worsen, he had better stop.

Thinking of the bad situation he was in, Jason stopped immediately, and he looked at the notebook in his hand with suspicious eyes.

Any agency?

still……

Mystery side?!

Jason guessed.

Thinking of the latter, Jason's cheeks trembled behind the hockey mask.

He had been searching for the 'mysterious side' for a long time without success, which made him think that the 'mysterious side' was just a rumor, or some people's imagination. Understand that he has not encountered the 'mystery side' incident before, just because the 16th district where he has always been is 'safe'.

Or to be more precise, his level is not enough to participate in the 'mysterious side' event at all.

And now?

Even if he doesn't want to encounter the 'mystery side' event, the 'mystery side' event will follow.

Because he is already in the game.

Unable to bear it, Jason sighed and gently placed the notebook in his hand on the wooden crate.

As for the 'mysterious side', apart from what he just experienced, he doesn't know anything else at all.

But there's nothing wrong with being careful.

Therefore, he avoided the gauze stained with his own blood.

You must know that in his hometown, in the mysterious side of the legend, there are examples of obtaining a little blood from others to control the life and death of others, and even some don't even need blood, just know the name.

This made Jason, who had already encountered the mysterious side incident, shudder.

immediately--

Jason!

My name is Jason!

Jason warned himself that he had an unprecedented sense of 'identity' with the name 'Jason'. At the same time, he silently hid the name 'Chen Jie' in the deepest part of his heart.

For ordinary people, this may be a bit of a fuss.

But for Jason, who was almost forced into persecution paranoia in an unfamiliar environment, it was all too normal.

Get used to it.

The city that never sleeps made him used to facing danger all the time.

He had seen with his own eyes that someone turned a street corner and was beaten into a sieve, and he had also seen a person who had just bought bread in the store and ate it while walking, suddenly foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground and twitched.

These are normal daily routines in the city that never sleeps.

What about the mysterious side daily life that is more bizarre than normal daily life?

call!

Jason took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and looked at the display screen, where three figures were displayed.

Armed with firearms, they came towards No. 19, alternately covering each other.

In District 26, there is never a shortage of two kinds of people.

Timid as a mouse.

Daring.

The latter far exceeds the former.

Under one premise, the former will completely become the latter.

That is……

Take advantage of the fire!

What better way to robbery than 19 Tell Street at the moment?

Gunshots, fire, corpses.

All the aboriginal people here swarmed like vultures hunting for food.

Jason can be sure that this will only be the first batch, and there are more people watching in the dark, including... the 'target' that the big man is really waiting for is also very likely among them.

Even, these three people were originally chess pieces 'pushed' by each other.

One submachine gun, two pistols.

There is a close cooperation between the marches, and there is a high possibility that there will be grenades on your body!

There is no chance of winning in a head-on conflict.

A trap must be set!

But even if there is a trap, with the opponent's well-trained, it will only have the greatest effect the first time...

Jason frowned behind the ice hockey mask, and his palms involuntarily clenched the handle of the UZ submachine gun.

The cold handle of the gun gave him the only sense of security, but the pain from the wound on his chest made Jason understand that the situation in front of him was far worse than he had imagined, and the slightest carelessness was death. .

Under the threat of death, Jason stared at the display, thinking about how to deal with the enemy.

He didn't see that the notebook on the wooden crate was moving silently.

Slowly moved to the gauze stained with blood.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the notebook.

At this moment, Jason turned back suddenly as if feeling something in his heart.

When he saw the notebook covered with gauze, he immediately got up and rushed towards the notebook. He wanted to take the notebook away, but when his fingers touched the notebook, his eyes suddenly went black.

As if the back of the head was hit hard, Jason stumbled two steps, gritted his teeth and tried to force himself not to fall to the ground, but the dizziness was unstoppable, and it drowned Jason in an instant.

The next moment, Jason fell backwards, but did not fall to the ground.

He fell into a metal utensil!

And when he stood up again, he realized that the metal object under his feet was...

plate!

A silver plate!

Moreover, on both sides of the plate, there are knives and forks of the same silver.

I was put on a plate?

Chinese food? !

The sudden scene shocked Jason inexplicably. He subconsciously wanted to leave the plate, but an invisible force restrained him. Then, the dark-brown notebook floated in front of him out of thin air.

The notebook that I couldn't open just now, I don't know when it has been opened.

Just opened the cover, revealing the title page.

It's full of words --

Did you see me laughing?

Actually, I just opened my mouth wide because of hunger.

Remember: table manners.

...

Not any words that Jason was familiar with, but he could understand the meaning.

Then, the opened notebook flew above Jason's head, out of reach of Jason's eyes.

After losing the cover of his notebook, a high-backed chair appeared in Jason's field of vision.

There is no superfluous carving, but there is a sense of simplicity when placed there.

At the same time, a figure composed entirely of darkness began to appear on the high quilt chair.

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in Jason's ears.

The shadow stretched out his hands and took it towards the knife and fork.

I was really treated as food!

The facts in front of him made Jason struggle violently. Although he was still unable to move, his consciousness was not restrained, and his soul was screaming.

I don't want to die!

Live!

I want to live!

I don't want to be treated as food!

A continuous, high-pitched voice echoed in that special soul.

hum!

Buzz!

Time and time again, the echoes made Jason's brain buzz.

That is the resonance imprinted in the deepest part of the soul!

The talent named [Predator] appeared on Jason's retina, beating and flickering violently, like a dazzling star.

The images of the next scene of Xinghui began to appear, and they were connected together, like a galaxy rising into the sky!

That is--

Crowds of people, dressed in animal skins, shouted, chasing monsters that were exaggerated to the limit between heaven and earth!

Everyone is smaller than a monster's toe.

However, no one backed down.

They want to live!

To live!

They want to...

eat!

The flames appeared in the collision of the stones, and the tall leader raised the fire that illuminated the darkness. The collision between the flames and the monsters filled the battlefield with an unprecedented fragrance.

Ancient roars shouted from people's mouths.

eat!

Eat, eat!

The roar changed from high to low.

From low to murmur.

The murmur came from Jason's mouth.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

Burning hunger spreads from the stomach.

hungry!

so hungry!

I want to eat!

I want to eat!

Goo!

Goo!

Goo!

The sound of the stomach covered up the sound of the shadow swallowing saliva, one, two, three, when the hungry cries came together, it was like thunder, and the black shadow was about to hold the knife and fork in the palm of his hand and stopped abruptly.

The rule that hunger determines the position of the two sides has completely reversed the form at this moment.

Do not!

In the desperate roar, the black shadow collapsed directly, and in an instant, it was sucked into the black-brown notebook.

The next moment, the black-brown notebook floating above Jason's head froze.

Snapped!

It snapped shut.

Then, it fell like this and landed directly in Jason's arms.

A huge force brought Jason down.

He didn't fall over the dinner plate, though.

but a chair!

He sat in that quaint high-backed chair.

In his field of vision, on a round, equally primitive dining table, dark tablecloths and silver cutlery appeared one by one.

The previous scene is reversed at this moment!

Food becomes the eater.

The black notebook that fell into his arms floated in front of him again.

This time, below the original text, lines of text gradually emerged.

[Isn’t the beauty of hunting just interchangeable at any time? 】

【This is table manners! 】

【Need to remember! 】

[It also takes one...teaching! 】

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The text paused here, and then, more text began to emerge.

[Background: At night, the patrolmen died one after another, causing the entire neighborhood to fall into panic! The sheriff had to look for the help of the 'Night Watchman', and as a 'Night Watchman', you happened to be in Lorde; without hesitation, you took over this task, and now, you are walking on the cross street at night...]

[Main quest: Spend seven days in Cross Street, 0/7]

[Get a temporary language, when you leave the copy, it will disappear automatically]

[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed, and automatically restored when leaving the instance]

[Detecting that the age of firearms and grenades does not match, the power is reduced by 50%, the shooting interval of MF92 and UZ is +0.5 seconds, and the reloading speed is +2 seconds]

(Hint: This is your 'Etiquette Lesson'.)

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